[ Castiel was, actually. So much that he doesn't listen for the door or anticipate Dean's arrival, and so it's that much more of a pleasant surprise when he hears Dean's voice over the trilling na na na's of Zep's The Ocean. Castiel smiles up at Dean, delighted and oddly proud to have this: to have Dean, to sit in their shared room and wait for Dean to come home, and know that he won't be disappointed. After almost a month without that feeling, it's that much easier to treasure.
Cas doesn't stand, but turns towards Dean, scooting back on the bed to sit cross-legged, while wrapping the mala back around his wrist. His head is tilted back, and he smiles up at Dean warmly, all but radiating love and appreciation. ]
I am. Thank you, Dean.
[ Castiel is thoroughly distracted, but thinking about Dean, and his gifts, eventually reminds him, and he looks over at the bedside table, where next to the plush, a small box wrapped in black and gold sits. He reaches over to grab it, and doesn't stand but holds it out for Dean, with intent more like luring an animal closer than offering. ]
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Cas doesn't stand, but turns towards Dean, scooting back on the bed to sit cross-legged, while wrapping the mala back around his wrist. His head is tilted back, and he smiles up at Dean warmly, all but radiating love and appreciation. ]
I am. Thank you, Dean.
[ Castiel is thoroughly distracted, but thinking about Dean, and his gifts, eventually reminds him, and he looks over at the bedside table, where next to the plush, a small box wrapped in black and gold sits. He reaches over to grab it, and doesn't stand but holds it out for Dean, with intent more like luring an animal closer than offering. ]
Oh, I got you something, also. Merry Christmas.